The Forests Are Blazing
Up north the forests are blazing.
It's the end of summer and we
Wonder where the time went.
Here the skies are overcast
And the air carries contaminants
From the fires. Still we count
Our blessings and continue with
Our work. The succulents grow
In proportion to our watering.
Tibouchina blossoms fall down,
Scattering purple on the ground.
Neighbours are a treasure when
They're kind; we are favoured with
A few such souls. While turning
Over packed roots in the back yard,
We've unearthed a collection of
Vintage milk and soda bottles,
Toy soldiers, cowboys and Indians,
Plastic animals, and lots of marbles.
We gather all the artifacts and place
The old headlights, lost golf balls,
And rusted implements in a pile.
The fence needs fixing, which is
Why we've sunk two fence posts
In buckets of concrete. We'll plant
Them and attach the portion that
Blew down. Once again we need to
Trim the cypress Cynthia, exposing
Her limbs to the offshore breeze.
We enjoy the shade she gives.
©2016 Michael Fraley
Back to Poem-O-Rama